Indra Steps Into The House Of God Poem by Ayni Poet

On the shore of an indigo sea,
A man rests his stony feet,
In the shadow of the tall plam trees
With the pebbles comforting his wounds.

He left that tumultuous living,
His metropolis, family and friends
And walked each square of the Earth,
Only wishing in his heart
To arrive at the house of God.

As he sits on the honey sand,
To the west hopelessly he gazes,
Upon the green minarets of a mosque
When the Imam calls for prayer.

Then, his eyes fall to the south,
Where the gothic towers of an old cathedral
Punctuate so high the sky
And the birds encircle the Sun.

Not far from here, a little to the north
Krishna's temple awaits for him,
But Indra contemplated inside every day
Yet never found supreme peace.

In this great tiredness,
He slips into abandonment,
Surrendering all thoughts,
To the emptiness of Being.

Stepping outside time,
He witnesses within his heart how
The familiar becomes the Unknown
And the sea, was all along the Beloved.